Um, drabble? -throws it at you and runs-

Uh, yeah, this has Adam in it guys. Just so you know. If you don't like him, don't bother getting mad. This was kinda justa spur of the moment thing anyway. Also, cuddly men, but no real Wincest.

Disclaimer: If I owned them, you'd know. 'Cause hellatus wouldn't have lasted this long if I did. But tonight, it returns!!!! -parties-

Adam had a problem. A big problem which tended to get out of control when you were a nineteen year old male living with your two older, more manly brothers in cramped living spaces.

The problem? Adam was a cuddler.

He didn't bother to deny it, just huffed quietly and turned away whenever Dean or Sam (especially Dean) teased him about it. He'd been caught often enough latching onto one of the flailing appendages of whoever's bed he was sharing while sleeping, and wound up taking crap from them the next morning.

After almost a year of traveling with his big brothers, Adam was pretty sure his 'snuggle-itis' was completely incurable.

That is, until he woke up the morning of his twentieth birthday with two very warm and cuddly looking older brothers lying practically on top of him, and figured that he wasn't the only Winchester in the family with a problem.

R and R!!!! Toodles!!